He's an ol' altar boy Lying out there in the street He's an ol' alter boy Bound up in leather and chains That's why I'm feeling so blue I'm an old altar boy What about you?
Now, I can order in Latin Make 'em au gratin, Joe I'm an old altar boy That's why I'm so depressed I never got the rest of the dream Just the ritual Now I'm habitual Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable Cause I'm an old altar boy That's what happened to me
I'm an old altar boy He's hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nun He knows there's got to be some around here Drinking across from the church A little Father Cribari wine On a Sunday morn' time
I'm an old altar boy Why is he winking at this time in his life? He never took a wife, cause he's an old altar boy Oh, yeah What about you?